Your birthday, Daddy,
One hundred three years ago.
Was it a cold day?
Snow covered hay pile;
Just a small corner peeks out--
Small frozen breakfast.
Partly frozen pond
Shines under the leaden sky.
Crows cry overhead.
Snow covered pickup
Has become frozen sculpture
Beneath the cold sky.
A brief wintry burst
And white clods splat from the trees
Followed by snow whirls.
The myriad signs
Are colorful tree sculpture
Minus the meaning.
The back of the sign
Suggests a blank mystery
Solved in five short steps.
In the frozen woods
A small cat cries out twice,
Or is it a child?
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